Thoughts are powerful and also simply meaningless, unless you allow them to carry meaning. Not all thoughts are true. For many years, I gave power to a mindset that was far from my truth. I spoke unkindly to myself and drifted in daze that brought me immense pain. I attached myself to poisoned pleasure which gradually grew to be my the present understanding of myself. In this process of losing my voice and my truth, I began to believe the darkness was my purpose. The voice that was louder than my own had taken over, convincing me that this state of being was sincerely me. I felt trapped, convinced I could not trust myself to heal. Once I started to strip away the darkness and pay attention to my thoughts mindfully, I understood deeper that the mindset was never my truth. It was an illusion I had fallen into and made to believe its power. Like a magic trick--sometimes the trick is too good that you think there could be no possible way behind the facade, until the secret is revealed that it was an illusion in the end. Now, I just had to unlearn the power of being a talented magician.